Still Preachin

[T-Bone] Comin' straight from the West Coast killin' fields It's the Bone Corelone, pimpin' keep it real Y'all know the deal, corn braids and the thug appeal Street slang, make the hits that the thugs feel Demons nudge grill When they hear my scoped aimed and I shoot to kill And haters jealous, cause I'm stackin' hundred dollar bills Platinum, crushed ice, and it's all real Gospel hip hop got it locked still Who you think it was sprinkled the game With West Coast gospel rap plus a brim and a cane Street slang and a message that they couldn't contain Taught you about the streets and the way that they banged? Cocaine, methamphetamine, gin and tonic, Rémy Martin Hennessy, sherm, chocolate thai and chronic Blood, Crips, esé, m treses Pirus, Zou bous, no rules and Cali blues, y'all [Hook] Still preachin' that Word with them bangin' beats Reach thugged out locs, grindin' on the streets Hustlers servin' 'caine, Gs pullin' heat Steady reachin' them with the Word seven days a week [2x] [T-Bone] I'm still rippin' and kickin' flippin and spittin' lyrics that got you thinkin' Trippin', grippin' your Bible, diggin' just to see what's written Envision Paul in the prison livin' in the worst conditions Makin' decisions with conviction for the One that's arisen See my mission is to give visions to the ones that listen like catechism But the ones arrested for vandalism, it's your decision Eternal prison, or you can except what the Lord has given [What's that?] Your sins forgiven See I'm tryin' to get you walkin' through the Pearly Gates And save you from the lake of fire, full of demon snakes [How do I do that?] By askin' the Lord to forgive you of all of your sins And then turnin' away from all of your wickedness and not turn back Then start walkin' on the straight and narrow Get the Word inside of your temple until it's dwellin' in your bone marrow No more packin' a gat in the back of the 'lac Attackin', and smackin', crack heads with a baseball bat [Hook] [T-Bone] Still makin' G music for the cold killers Gang bangers, convicts, pimps, playas, weed smokers and them drug dealers Cap peelers, thieves, felons and them guerrillas And drug lords overseas stackin' big skrilla It's still the same, ain't nothin' changed Street raps, altar calls and proclaim the Name Never ashamed of the One that was slain Endured all the pain, bleedin' with nails in His hand Just to save me from the burnin' flames Amazing Grace, He took my place Paid the ransom, then got my sins erased And now, words can't express what I feel inside of my flesh Every breath is giving God glory until my death See I'm blessed, beyond measures Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures Spinnin Lexus' changin the world pressures So that heathens that were grievin', theivin' Can now believein' that Jesus bleedin' was for a reason Because of what I'm speakin' [Hook] Yeah, so there you have it, another one of those West Coast classics Brought to you by the one and only Boney-Bone Corleone and an A & B Experience We ain't never gonna quit puttin' that Gospel flavor up in your ear hole This is how we do it baby, welcome to GospelAlphaMegaFunkyBoogieDiscoMusic Ooh-wee!